Canter

He who held strong
Passes one by with a gush
Never turns back
Like the black wind
He trots
Marking every ground he steps on
And left them by
There he canters
Leaving me by
He never turned back
Where would he be?
Where would my love be?
I feel him
When the maple leave kisses my face
Sweeping my tears away
Where is he?
Where is my love?
I see him
When the angels came to me
Covering me with shelter
Where is he leaving?
Where is my love leaving?
I hear him
When the voices speak
Bringing me guidance
As he cantered
I stood by waiting...